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Transit, 58 part 1
🕑 Added 2025-04-24 22:49:33 +0000 UTCLori Pleasure entered the hotel bar, her presence impossible to ignore, each click of her towering red platform boots punctuating the hushed, luxurious atmosphere. She felt like an erotic spectacle—a vision wrapped tightly in glossy red vinyl shorts, a daringly patriotic monokini, and a plush white fur jacket draped provocatively around her shoulders. The delicate pressure of the silver plug nestled inside her intensified every step, a thrilling secret pulsing with each sway of her exaggerated curves.
Across the dimly lit room, she saw him immediately—Mr. Ivan P., older and impeccably dressed, his severe silver hair gleaming under muted lights. His sharp, penetrating gaze locked onto her immediately, coldly assessing. A slow, deliberate smile teased Lori’s glossed lips, and she moved toward him, hips swaying, each step calculated to amplify the sway of her ample, unnaturally enhanced breasts beneath their strained stars-and-stripes covering.
Reaching his private corner, she paused theatrically, shifting slightly to let her white fur jacket part just enough, subtly revealing the fullness of her implanted chest. "Mr. P.? Johnny sent me," she purred softly, voice dripping with seductive confidence.
Ivan's eyes narrowed, a thin, detached smile tugging briefly at his lips. "Closer," he commanded curtly, voice rough with a thick Russian accent. "Let me admire your… American breasts."
Lori complied without hesitation, leaning forward, subtly arching her back to offer him the best possible view of her dramatically augmented assets. The jacket brushed lightly against her skin, its softness in tantalizing contrast to the tightly stretched spandex beneath. Ivan’s gaze moved slowly, lingering deliberately over each spherical implant, studying their exaggerated roundness, the tight stretch of the fabric, the obvious piercings concealed beneath.
"Impressive," he murmured flatly, almost clinically. His hand moved deliberately, reaching out toward her—not for the heavy curves she presented, but lower, his fingertips grazing teasingly over her hip, tracing the taut waistband of her vinyl shorts. Lori's breath hitched as Ivan’s hand continued downward, sliding between her thighs, claiming her with slow, confident precision.
Comments
mr_satan
It's your story. But I would love to see a bit of her old self surface again. Just for a moment.
Colts500
Thank you Avaro! I am so excited to see more of Lori! She's looking so hot! She still has a ways to go to get to plastic perfection!! Take your time with this amazing series!
